Test Drive Meme 010

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Test Drive Meme

Considering apping to the City of Sin, but unsure of who to bring or if they'll fit? Feel free to give the setting a test drive here! These are a perfect way of getting your playing sample done for the application.

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→ Comment with the character you'd like to test drive in the setting, with name and canon in the subject line
→ Choose a scenario or create your own!
→ Tag around!

Possible Scenarios 01. A New Arrival: Hello, New Person! You seem to have found yourself on a sidewalk in the City of Sin with nothing but the clothes on your back and a stomach chruning feeling of being displaced. Thankfully, the streets are full of people - Watch out that you don't get mugged! 02. Demonic Presences: You were just minding your own business, weren't you? But that's always when bad things seem to happen, and the City of Sin isn't really that friendly. Whatever bar or street you're hanging out in suddenly go dim, filling the area with an unnerving feeling as the shadows on the walls jump out into reality. We suggest you phone a friend for help, or maybe try running? 03. Party Hard: You've been invited to a massive, elegant party at the Tower that spills out its doors in welcome, by someone who calls themselves the Emperor. Obviously, that's weird, but maybe you can get some free drinks and food out of it! This place might not be so bad. 04. Prominence: The City of Sin influences it's population on a weekly basis. Too bad you came right smack dab in the middle of a heavy Prominence. Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, or Pride. Choose your choice of sin and be wicked. 05. Trouble: Not everyone is sunshine and roses here. Some people are violent and cruel, raised in the sludge of a sinful city. And they like to pick on people they think can't fight back. Are you that person? Or are you the Hero who can't stand to watch? Worse yet, could you be the person doing the instigating? Villian. 06. Carnival: The City has carnivals or festivals now and then; you're lucky to catch one! With its open booths filled with cork gun games and funnel cakes, how can someone not have any fun! Go win your darling a stuffed animal, or meet someone new on the spinning cup ride. You might even see someone you know being talked into sitting in the Dunk Tank. 07. Wild Card: Choose your own adventure in the game's setting!

Comments

[prefers_magneto]

Erik was startled by someone grabbing him. People didn't grab him. They fucking knew better.

She might have felt her crown tighten a little on her head as he reacted instinctively to the assault. Then he stopped himself, realizing what he was dealing with.

"Oh." She was new. She'd feel the crown relax. "You can't leave. Until the City lets you go." He pulled his arm out of her grip and tugged his jacket down.

[ibiza]

Her hands instinctively went to her crown even after it returned to its original shape. Something like surprise registered on her face. Margo hadn’t been expecting to run into another magic user right away, which was what she assumed Erik to be. Her eyes narrowed slightly for a fraction of a second before she considered it was probably a bad idea to piss off the locals.

“Until the City lets me go?” She echoed. “I have serious business somewhere else. This is bullshit.” Margo shook her head. It was all misdirected anger up until a point. Then she had a personal grievance to bring up with him. “And just to be clear, using magic just to screw with a newcomer??” She gestured to her crown. “That’s douchebag behavior.”

[prefers_magneto]

"You grabbed me in the street." He wasn't about to disavow her of that misconception yet. "Where does that fall on the scale of douchebag to..." He eyed her crown dubiously. "Princess? We all have important business waiting at home. Don't worry. You won't miss it. In the meantime, get a job and try to stay out of trouble," he advised, turning to walk away.

Holy shit, lady.

[ibiza]

“High queen,” she snapped, for some reason highly offended at being referred to as a princess. As the man walked away, though, Margo’s expression softened slightly. She rolled her eyes and reluctantly prepared to admit fault.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m a little on edge here.” Her arms folded across her chest. Margo had never felt more like a fish out of water, and so instantaneously at that. This was not the world for her. How was she supposed to get along here?

[prefers_magneto]

He turned and looked at her, appraising her for a moment.

"High Queen of what?"

[ibiza]

Oh, good. Something got through to this guy. It might not have been the apology as she'd expected, but it was something.

"High Queen of Fillory." And that would mean nothing to him unless he'd read the books as a child. "It's a world separate from Earth?" Her eyebrows raised expectantly. Maybe that would be explanation enough.

[prefers_magneto]

"You're from a different planet?" Erik clarified.

[ibiza]

She tilted her head from side to side. Could Fillory be considered a different planet? Margo was tired and didn't feel like explaining that her mode of transportation from world to world was a magic button.

"Sure, let's go with that."